I’m still absentminded as I sink deeper into my thoughts...“Hey! You know you can trust me, right?”Jason says to me after fastening his own seat belt.I recover my mind from where it was lost in my thoughts.“Where was I?...ca...can we just forget about the nightmare?... It’s really no big deal. Why are you so interested, anyway?”I say, while already on our way to the office.“Wow! I never thought you would hide a secret from me, at least not in this world,”says Jason.“Jason, it’s no secret... I just don’t feel like saying it.” I whisper.“What else would you call something you don’t want others to know about?” He replies.“Look, I’m trying to protect you here..., what you are forcing me to say might ruin your entire day at the office… Just try to understand my point... please,” I plead with him.I glance at my watch. It is already 10:45, and we are still stuck in the traffic.“What did you just say? -You are worried about ruining my day-... well, head’s up! You just did”.He sa
I look back to the elevator door, as I'm just not convinced that it was a hallucination. My guts tell me that the kid I saw was real and every other thing that happened.But my phone is truly in my pocket, and from what I saw, it slipped from my hands. If the phone slipping from my hands was a hallucination, then she must be right about the kid. "I better delete the video," she says, waving her phone in the air. "No, wait! Before you delete it, send it to my phone," I request. "Alright!" she asks for my phone and sent the video into it, then she handed me back my phone and proceeded with the deletion."Gosh! I'm almost late for the interview" She says, as she slaps her forehead against her palm softly. "The interview!" I yell, and she trembles with a gasp."What, what are you talking about?" she asks curiously while she stares at me."I also came here for the interview," I reply. "Really?" she asks."Yeah, yeah I mean, I have an interview at exactly..." I say, and I look away fro
E A R T H R E A L M. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The middle-aged man in pressed black suit looked around in the crowd he found himself in anticipation to meet up with an old time acquaintance. Maybe more of an ex boss. The sound of the joyful crowd stopped him from being completely disentangled from his environment. He was almost drowning in his thoughts as he walked amid these random American citizens that seemed to be parading the street in celebration of the 4th day of July.An African American with a tattoo of a python peeking out through the collar of his white shirt and extending itself all the way to the back of his left ear. His hair was properly cut, and it had this amazing waves at the front of it that would charm anyone. It took him so much time and effort to be able to look this way after the fatal accident he had a year ago, but still his efforts could do nothing to conceal the scar which ran all the way from above his right eyebrow, slanting across his nasal
MINATO'S SECOND LIFE IN THE DREAMWORLD The light from the sun struck my eyelids... The sweet sounds of the singing birds was the first thing that hit my ears, it was also responsible for bringing me back from unconsciousness. The seawater crawled upon half of my body as a result of the tropical wind that swept over it. My eyes were still shot even though I had gained consciousness, not fully, but I was already half conscious, trying to figure out why it was possible for me to hear the birds sing across me while I was still in the comfort of my bed... “Maybe they are just on my roof” I thought to myself. I also found it hard to believe what I concluded, but I was in denial, trying my best not to realize where I truly was. “But…Where is the light coming from? Did I forget to turn off the light again last night?” I squeezed my eyelids tightly at the intensity of the light from the sun that kept striking my eyelids. I stretched my arm confidently with my eyes closed, because even
CENTRAL CITY OREGON I was plunged out of the dream in no time, and it seemed as if I had arrived into another new world at first until I saw Kilish and Ral standing beside me. I was sent into this dream where I lived life just like I used to live while I was on earth, and it was so special. “Welcome back Sanxi,” Ral says to me and my brows draw together. I wished they never brought me back here by waking me up from the dream. The dream was a remembrance of the kind of life I just to live on earth and it was full of freedom. “Why did you wake me?” I say to Ral and Kilish who are both standing beside me- Kilish on my right and Ral on my left. “You have misplaced your priority in the dream we sent you into. You lost your way from the true purpose, and it got to a point where you began to live another person’s life. The young woman called Iris Greenwood is not even in existence, not in this world and not even on earth. It was all just a trick from the enemy,” Kilish explains to me and
E A R T H R E A L M CRANE'S APPARTMENTJASON'S POVSomehow, I got Crane laughing out of an issue as serious as this one. Somehow, he felt it was all some kind of plot from me to make him laugh. The stern look worn over my face makes him pull his laughter to an end. He realizes that I was no way trying to make him laugh if not, I would have joined in the laughter. How could I ever laugh about this?"You are serious?" Crane says to me and I sigh, hanging my head. "Of course, I am serious!" I yell at him and he trembles. He walks closer to me and stands, and at this moment, I can see that he is giving a second thought to all I have said, and maybe he is getting to think about the possibility that everything I said actually happened. "I have no idea what you saw, but from what you said, if it truly happened just like you said it did then it must be something relating to the supernatural," Crane says to me and I sigh. "Of course, everything happened just like I have said to you.
D R E A M W O R L DM I N A T O'S P O V My eyes open and they meet the shinning sun. It is so harsh that I have to shield my eyes with my hands. I have no idea how I got here, but it hit me that I am not laying on my bed. In fact, it is clear that I am laying in the sands, in a place that is extremely hot. I can feel the hot grains of sands sticking to my sweaty body around the regions that are not covered by the cloth I am putting on. I turn on my face and I push myself up by pushing on the ground. I sigh when I finally get up. "Where is this place?" I say to myself as I let my eyes wander around in the surrounding sands. The sands are just like gold, and it looks very beautiful, but it is so hot here, and for that I cannot enjoy the view for long. It is clear to me that this is a desert and for this, I may not find a better place to hide from the intense sunlight. I will have to bask under it for a really long time. I know this, but I still cannot give up. I decide that I wi
D R E A M W O R L DM I N A T O'S P O V I have walked for a long time, and at this point, I am standing in a place, a region where I can see a camp. I hope that my eyes are not deceiving me. Because if there are deceiving me, I will have to keep walking. But if by chance this turns out not to be an illusion, I will be able to go ahead into the camp and try to speak to the people that live there. Maybe there can help give me a space to rest my head, and maybe some water to drink or food to eat. I walk barefooted as I stroll down the pile of sands that leads into the depression where the camp is sited. There are about 50 tents of different colors, and this is just the ones my eyes can reach. I have no idea if there are more, but this count goes for the one that my eyes can see from my vantage point. Some more time walking, and I reach my destination. The first tent I meet is the one that appears to be the largest. This seems to belong to someone of a higher status, maybe the one